Scream For me

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Leah stands there, biting her lower lip and looking sexy as fuck. Her long, blonde hair is partially covering her tits, but I can see her cherry-red nipples poking through, and my mouth aches with the need to wrap my lips around them and flick them with my tongue. I want to taste every damn inch of her.

She finally manages to pull her eyes off my cock and starts to slide her pink panties down, I suck in sharp breath at the sight of her little cunt-bare and coated in her juices and looking as tasty as a damn peach. Yet another part of her that I can’t wait to get my mouth on.

“Such a sweet girl you are,” I say, beckoning her closer.

Her cheeks heat up in an adorable blush. “But I think such sinful things,” she whispers, walking closer to stand between my legs.

I shake my head at how much her dad has managed to fuck with this poor girl’s mind. “Do you act on them? Do you go around town fucking every dick you find?”

Her eyes widen in shock. “No, you know I don’t. I’m a virgin.”

I lean closer and run one finger along her wet slit, applying just enough pressure to barely part her sweet little lips. She lets out a cute little whimper, and I smile when her hips automatically move to try and grind against me.

“My sweet little humper,” I murmur, my eyes glued to the way her bare pussy lips are spreading ever so slightly for me. “The only thing sinful about you is the way you make every man want to bend you over and fuck you. I imagine there’s quite a few married men who are thinking some very wicked thoughts every time they go to church.” I smile up at her and add, “In fact, I’m guessing attendance has gone up quite a bit ever since you turned eighteen. I know it’s the reason I drag myself out of bed early on Sunday.”

“What?”

“You’re so adorable,” I say, slowly sliding a finger into her, groaning at the noises she makes and the way her little virgin pussy clenches around my finger. “Did you really think I went for the sermon?” I let out a laugh at the look on her face. It’s obvious that that’s exactly what she’d been thinking. I guess I’ll save the little tidbit about being an atheist for another day.

Her thighs tremble as I finger-fuck her faster, the wet sounds of her pussy driving me slowly insane with need. “You like having my finger inside you, love?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, bringing her hands up to cup her perky tits, squeezing them as she rocks her hips against me. “Please,” she begs, giving her nipples a hard pinch.

“Please what, baby?” I tease, sliding another finger into her, getting her little virgin pussy used to the idea of having something much bigger inside.

“Fuck,” she moans when I twist my fingers and fuck her in long, slow strokes, making her practically purr like a goddamn cat.

“Feels a little better than just grinding against the couch?” I can’t keep the amusement from my voice, and when I pull my fingers out and she gives me that frustrated, pouty look again, I laugh and sit back.

She runs her eyes over my painfully hard cock and squirms a bit, rubbing her inner thighs together, desperate to cum. “I want to feel you.” she whispers. “I want to rub my pussy all over your cock, Adam.”

My cock gives a healthy jump at her words, and even though I know it’s going to be pure torture for me, I smile and grab onto her hips, pulling her onto me so she’s straddling me with her pussy hovering right above my cock. God, it would be so easy to just pull her down and onto my cock, spearing her in one quick thrust and claiming that little virgin pussy as mine, but I fight the urge, wanting to draw this out a bit longer. After all, it’s not every day that a 42-year-old man gets to fuck a virgin. I want to enjoy every damn second of this sweet torture.

Lowering her onto my shaft, we both groan when she starts to grind against me, sliding her wet pussy up the length of me, coating me in her juices. Her shaved pussy is velvet soft, and I know I could easily cum just from this, but there’s no way in fuck I’m going to. Instead, I grit my teeth and watch my little virgin use my cock to get herself off.

Her blue eyes are glazed over and heavy-lidded, her breaths coming in fast little pants, and when I cup her tits in my hand, she throws her head back and lets out a moan that has my balls tensing and desperate to unload.

“Adam,” she moans, grinding her little pussy against me even harder.

“Cum for me, love,” I tell her, giving her nipples a hard enough pinch to push her over the edge. She screams my name, bucking against me like a wild woman and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. We’re pressed so tightly together that I can feel her pussy spasm with her release against my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groan, using every ounce of willpower I possess to not shoot my damn load all over myself.

She whimpers again, her movements growing lazy as she starts to come down, and when she looks at me, she’s wearing the cutest, most satisfied smile on her face, and even though I’m in actual pain at this point, I can’t help but laugh and return her smile.

“Feel better, love?” I ask, running my hands down her beautiful, young body.

“Wow,” she says, lifting her arms in a stretch that has me letting out another groan at the sight of her slender, toned body.

Her skin is so damn soft, and I can’t stop touching her. My fingers trail a line along her thighs, over that tight little tummy that I want to see swollen with our baby, and over the delicious curve of her round ass. Every damn inch of her is mine. The possessive thoughts I feel toward her are intense, and there’s no way to tame them. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Every Sunday leaves me with an aching hard-on, and I try to put her out of my mind during the week, but it’s impossible. Even though I’ve never seen her flirt with anyone besides me, I see the way the other men look at her, and it makes me crazy. If there really were a god, he would’ve struck my ass down long ago for all the murderous thoughts that go through my head on any given Sunday. That’s not even mentioning all the sexual fantasies I have while her dad goes on and on with another one of his longwinded sermons.

No, little Leah is mine now, and I’m never letting her go.

When she’s gotten herself back under control, she lifts up and looks down at the cock she just creamed all over. She bites her bottom lip, eyeing my cock. I’m hard as fucking steel, dripping precum, and an angry red. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to lose what little sanity I have left.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, making me want to cry with gratitude.

“You can do whatever you want, love,” I say, mentally congratulating myself on how normal my voice sounds.

She gives a happy grin and scurries down my legs so she’s kneeling between them and hovering her face over my cock. I can feel her breath hitting my cock, and when I give another healthy jump, she actually fucking giggles, and I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to avoid shooting my load right on her beautiful face.

“Fuck, Leah,” I warn. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

She gives me an innocent, wide-eyed look that I’m pretty damn sure is actually authentic. “What do you mean?”

I cup her face and say, “You have no idea what you do to me or how badly I’m trying to not cum right now.”

“What if I want you to cum?”